Usually, I have a ton and a half of projects going all at the same time. Why? It's not that I need extra stress, or that releef of my breefs is not warranted. Heck the last time that I got down serious about any kind of mating rituals was in 2001 in Layton, when some gal on MySpace, the old MySpace said she was coming out to see me. RIGHT!! Like I've heard that before.
The udderance usually is followed by can you send me a gift card? Phone Card, or some other source of currency to secure their loyalty. Its always a rip off, and one I won't subscribe to again, but I'm getting off my vector here.
Thing is; I was on MySpace, and this bug-eyed gal from Jersey, says she wants to join up with me. Okay, not thinking anything about it, here she came. Arrived in Layton Utah by Taxi, at the worst snowstorm in Layton Utah history, as I was just settling into a warm relaxing bubble bath.
So stockings and all, we spent a good week, of mating. The thing is I scrubbed that, when she spent 80% of the rest of her time, hustling up other guys on that MySpace. That was the last episode of domestic mating I have done since. Even the other day when that was nearly a condition, I had muscle spasms that I couldn't then nor now explain. So with that said, 
I created a couple of groups on good old facebook, which is becoming about as much outdated as the old Myspace.
The Group is called Casual Ayre.
Casual Ayre is a place where us with our head in the clouds, and butt planted in a cockpit, can go to just express ourselves about things we just find interesting, obscure, and even just pleasurable. Where did you fly to, today? How was your annual FAA phys? Do women's flPheete smell? Even things as ridiculous as why does Utards drive so dern stupid? Basic: 
Any more I'm more fly than toew 
but I still toew. Hey gotta make cash to buy gas during the winter, when upward momentum at 20,000 feet isn't possible. I take care of the domestic, and business affairs of the WolfPack, as my main MOS. In the rest of my day if I have time I tend to things for and of both OUR Hazzard County, including the Hazzard County Knytes. 
Since I'm one of the last living founders of such. Sure big Jon, is still President, but Big Jon is in his 70's, and still mowing lawns and golf courses. Why don't the appoint someone else? The President of the club can only be replaced if said sitting President dies. It's easy to get in the organization, the only way out is by the hand of our OSI or at least nature, such as illness. 
but I still toew. Hey gotta make cash to buy gas during the winter, when upward momentum at 20,000 feet isn't possible. I take care of the domestic, and business affairs of the WolfPack, as my main MOS. In the rest of my day if I have time I tend to things for and of both OUR Hazzard County, including the Hazzard County Knytes. Since I'm one of the last living founders of such. Sure big Jon, is still President, but Big Jon is in his 70's, and still mowing lawns and golf courses. Why don't the appoint someone else? The President of the club can only be replaced if said sitting President dies. It's easy to get in the organization, the only way out is by the hand of our OSI or at least nature, such as illness. 
